All Chapters of His Unwanted Witness : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Morning came, but there was no peace in the Romano mansion. The sun was up, yet the house still felt dark. Alessandro sat behind his desk in the study, the curtains half drawn. A cigarette burned slowly in the ashtray, untouched for minutes.The door opened quietly, and Lucas stepped in. His face said everything before he even spoke.“Boss,” he began, standing stiffly near the desk, “we still couldn’t track the van.”Alessandro lifted his head slowly. His eyes were sharp but tired. “What do you mean you couldn’t track it?”Lucas shifted uneasily. “We’ve been checking since the day they were taken. We searched every camera near the mall, every road that leads out of the city. We even checked private security feeds.” He hesitated before adding, “It’s like they vanished.”Alessandro frowned, sitting back in his chair. “Vanished? You’re saying there’s no trace at all?”Lucas nodded once. “No trace, boss. Nothing. Whoever planned it was careful. They knew where the blind spots were. They c

The room was dim, shadows pooling in the corners like dark water. Chains clinked softly with each movement, the sound echoing against the cold walls. Lilian sat on the floor, her wrists raw from the metal cuffs that bound her to the rusty pipe overhead. Her chest rose and fell quickly, breath coming in ragged gasps as panic clawed its way up her throat. A door creaked open, and the faint smell of expensive cologne drifted in before the man himself stepped through. Lorenzo. He moved with slow, deliberate grace, the kind that suggested he was always in complete control. His eyes locked onto Lilian, and a faint, amused smile tugged at his lips. “You’re awake,” he said quietly, his voice smooth, almost musical. “Good. I was hoping you’d be awake for our conversation.” Lilian’s hands shook as she tried to pull against the chains, the metal biting into her skin. “Please… please let me go!” she cried, desperation twisting her voice. “I didn’t do anything. You don’t have to… you don’

Sophia sighed, her gaze fixed on Lilian. “I know… we have not been on good terms ever since you and Isabella came back from the orphanage,” she said quietly, her voice low but steady.Lilian’s expression was calm but alert. “I know,” she said simply. “I’ve felt it every time we were in the same room.”Sophia ran a hand through her hair, her expression heavy. “I didn’t like the fact that you returned. I didn’t want anything to spoil or take away the wealth I was enjoying, Lilian. I wanted everything to be mine. And when I saw you… and Isabella… I couldn’t help but feel anger.”Lilian’s jaw tightened. “Anger at me? I’ve never claimed Isabella’s fight as my own. I just… always spoke the truth.”“Yes,” Sophia admitted. “At you. At Isabella. I… I didn’t even like seeing her. Because she’s your dad’s brother’s child—the real heiress to the wealth Matteo took as his when her father died.”Lilian leaned back slightly, her eyes steady. “So that’s what fueled your dislike. That makes sense.”So

The morning light spilled through the curtains, brushing the bedroom in soft gold. Sophia sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, her hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. Lorenzo lay beside her, leaning back against the headboard, his eyes following her every move.She leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, letting her fingers linger on her neck. “Good morning,” she murmured, her voice soft, teasing.Lorenzo’s eyes didn’t leave her. “Morning,” he said smoothly, his tone calm, almost indifferent.Sophia smiled faintly, letting her hand rest lightly on his chest. “I was thinking… maybe you could do something for me today.”He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Oh? And what would that be?”“I… I want new clothes,” she said softly, letting her fingers trace the line of his collarbone. “Something nice. Something… you’d like.”Lorenzo shifted slightly but didn’t speak. “Clothes? And why should I care about your wardrobe?”Sophia leaned closer, her lips near

Sophia burst out of the mall’s staff exit, her breath sharp and uneven. The sun hit her face in a harsh glare, but she didn’t stop. She sprinted across the empty service lane behind the mall, her legs burning, her lungs screaming for air.Car horns, shouts, and the noise of the city blurred into one loud roar.She didn’t look back.If Lorenzo’s men found her, she was dead.She ran until she reached the main road, nearly collapsing as she waved her hand at passing cars. A yellow cab slowed down, the driver frowning as he studied her sweaty, panicked face.“Please,” she gasped. “Please open the door.”The driver hesitated only for a second before unlocking it. Sophia jumped inside, pulling the door shut with trembling hands.“Where to?” he asked.“Alessandro Romano’s residence,” she said quickly. “Please. Hurry.”The driver stared. “That is far.”“I’ll pay anything,” she said. “Just go.”He stepped on the gas, and the cab shot forward.Sophia leaned back and pressed a hand to her chest,